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“Wish I could believe that,” I admit. My fists clench and unclench, itching for something—anything—to hit.

“Hey,” Bolt says, slowing down to match my pace. “You got heart, kid. More than most.”

“Thanks," I say, though the word feels hollow.

We reach the waiting room, and the air is thick with tension. Zane’s pacing, his face a mask of barely-contained fury.

He stops when he sees us, eyes locking onto mine.

“Any news?” I ask, voice tight.

“Not yet,” he grits out. “But, I’m sure we’re going to hear something soon.”

“I hope so,” I reply, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders.

I glance at Jordyn’s fathers—Dracus, Bolt, Tex—and realize something. These men, for all their rough edges, care about her as much as I do. Maybe more.

“Listen,” Dracus begins, his voice softer now. “We see how you are with Jordyn. How much you care.”

“You're different,” Bolt continues.

“And different is good,” Dracus says, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. “Because if anyone can help her through this, it’s gonna be you.”

“I’m gonna be here for her,” I vow, my voice low but unwavering. “Every damn step.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Jordyn

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The sound is everywhere, invading my skull, pulling me out of the darkness and into this hellish reality.

I grimace, a sharp pain slicing down my side as I try to move.

Damn it. It feels like someone took a sledgehammer to my ribs.

“Ugh,” I groan, blinking against the blinding white lights overhead.

Where the hell am I?

I turn my head slightly, wincing at the effort.

There’s an IV line taped to my arm, snaking up to a bag hanging beside the bed.

I must be at the hospital. Thank God.

The beeping continues, relentless, each pulse a reminder that I’m still here. I’m still alive.

“Ugh . . .what the fuck happened?” I mumble, though no one’s around to answer.

My mind’s foggy, pieces of memory drifting just out of reach.

Flashes of chaos, a blur of faces, and then nothing.

“Come on, Jordyn,” I whisper to myself, “think.”

I close my eyes, trying to focus.

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